[{"id":16777932,"name":"Dipshits","trackName":"Dipshits","artistName":"Cam'ron & A-Trak","albumName":"U Wasn't There","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Never thought they'd see this again, haha\nHere we go!\nKilla Cam in the building (Dipset)\nYou know what it is\nMy man A-Trak\nI feel something epic, no homo (Just Blaze)\n\nMan, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying (yeah)\nI'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying (no)\nI see these fuckboys hating on me\nBeen in the crib three years, they still waiting on me\nBut I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button\nNo stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump\nSomethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions\nWith a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it (happily lift it)\n\nPopping a cap in the back of your cap\nLift up your hat, my astro's malicious\nMami backed up and said she see the difference\n\"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ign'ance\"\nDick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins\nCall me two Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different\nI'm different, you beating\nWhat you doing after this? Bitch, I'm leaving\nAdios, huh, vámonos\nI'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n\nUh, I know you miss this\nIt's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\nStay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\nStay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\nUh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\nNigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nStill Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\nMan, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\nYou ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\nMoney, respect, don't forget the power, dread\nHad this one girl squirting like a showerhead\nNine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\nStamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\nReebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\nLookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\nNo one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\nGet the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\nI'm back to the future, still making history\n\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nIt's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\nStay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\nStay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\nUh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\nNigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nStill Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\nI feel like rapping on this shit\nFirst off, my name is Dame Dash\nAnd I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\nI am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\nAnd you know what that means?\nThat means people eat\n'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\nThat means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n\nYou 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\nSo if you feeling like number one\nGet ready to be number two, 'cause we back\nWhat's that shit y'all be saying?\nFool's Gold, alright?\n'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\nMight have to see Champagne Dame! (Dame!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] Never thought they'd see this again, haha\n[00:05.28] Here we go!\n[00:08.10] Killa Cam in the building (Dipset)\n[00:10.40] You know what it is\n[00:12.16] My man A-Trak\n[00:14.93] I feel something epic, no homo (Just Blaze)\n[00:18.06] Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying (yeah)\n[00:21.32] I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying (no)\n[00:24.55] I see these fuckboys hating on me\n[00:27.66] Been in the crib three years, they still waiting on me\n[00:30.49] But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button\n[00:33.38] No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump\n[00:34.77] Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions\n[00:36.27] With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it (happily lift it)\n[00:39.96] Popping a cap in the back of your cap\n[00:40.92] Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious\n[00:43.21] Mami backed up and said she see the difference\n[00:45.85] \"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ign'ance\"\n[00:48.94] Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins\n[00:51.58] Call me two Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different\n[00:55.56] I'm different, you beating\n[00:58.30] What you doing after this? Bitch, I'm leaving\n[01:01.53] Adios, huh, vámonos\n[01:04.39] I'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n[01:07.74] Uh, I know you miss this\n[01:10.09] It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[01:13.35] Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n[01:16.73] Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\n[01:19.87] Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n[01:23.18] Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n[01:26.06] Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n[01:29.27] Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[01:36.17] Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\n[01:40.75] You ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\n[01:43.47] Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread\n[01:46.73] Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead\n[01:49.60] Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\n[01:52.03] Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\n[01:55.36] Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\n[01:58.15] Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n[02:01.59] 'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\n[02:04.34] No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\n[02:07.43] Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\n[02:10.65] I'm back to the future, still making history\n[02:13.81] Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n[02:16.98] It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[02:20.28] Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n[02:23.73] Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\n[02:26.03] Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n[02:28.83] Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n[02:32.82] Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n[02:35.90] Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[02:39.71] I feel like rapping on this shit\n[02:45.04] First off, my name is Dame Dash\n[02:49.78] And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\n[02:53.45] I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\n[02:56.52] And you know what that means?\n[02:59.03] That means people eat\n[03:00.78] 'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\n[03:04.10] That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n[03:06.81] You 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\n[03:09.64] So if you feeling like number one\n[03:12.26] Get ready to be number two, 'cause we back\n[03:15.57] What's that shit y'all be saying?\n[03:17.60] Fool's Gold, alright?\n[03:21.73] 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\n[03:24.19] Might have to see Champagne Dame! 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Bitch, I'm leaving\n start_ms: 58300\n end_ms: 61530\n- text: Adios, huh, vámonos\n start_ms: 61530\n end_ms: 64390\n- text: I'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n start_ms: 64390\n end_ms: 67740\n- text: Uh, I know you miss this\n start_ms: 67740\n end_ms: 70090\n- text: It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n start_ms: 70090\n end_ms: 73350\n- text: Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n start_ms: 73350\n end_ms: 76730\n- text: Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\n start_ms: 76730\n end_ms: 79870\n- text: Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n start_ms: 79870\n end_ms: 83180\n- text: Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n start_ms: 83180\n end_ms: 86060\n- text: Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n start_ms: 86060\n end_ms: 89270\n- text: Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n start_ms: 89270\n end_ms: 96170\n- text: Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\n start_ms: 96170\n end_ms: 100750\n- text: You ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\n start_ms: 100750\n end_ms: 103470\n- text: Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread\n start_ms: 103470\n end_ms: 106730\n- text: Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead\n start_ms: 106730\n end_ms: 109600\n- text: Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\n start_ms: 109600\n end_ms: 112030\n- text: Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\n start_ms: 112030\n end_ms: 115360\n- text: Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\n start_ms: 115360\n end_ms: 118150\n- text: Lookin' for me? 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Bitch, I'm leaving\n Adios, huh, vámonos\n I'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n\n Uh, I know you miss this\n It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\n Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\n Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\n You ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\n Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread\n Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead\n Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\n Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\n Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\n Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n 'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\n No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\n Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\n I'm back to the future, still making history\n\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\n Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\n I feel like rapping on this shit\n First off, my name is Dame Dash\n And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\n I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\n And you know what that means?\n That means people eat\n 'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\n That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n\n You 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\n So if you feeling like number one\n Get ready to be number two, 'cause we back\n What's that shit y'all be saying?\n Fool's Gold, alright?\n 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\n Might have to see Champagne Dame! (Dame!)\n"},{"id":24244829,"name":"Dipshits","trackName":"Dipshits","artistName":"Cam’ron & A‐Trak","albumName":"U Wasn't There","duration":211.591837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Never thought they'd see this again, haha\nHere we go!\nKilla Cam in the building (Dipset)\nYou know what it is\nMy man A-Trak\nI feel something epic, no homo (Just Blaze)\n\nMan, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying (yeah)\nI'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying (no)\nI see these fuckboys hating on me\nBeen in the crib three years, they still waiting on me\nBut I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button\nNo stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump\nSomethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions\nWith a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it (happily lift it)\n\nPopping a cap in the back of your cap\nLift up your hat, my astro's malicious\nMami backed up and said she see the difference\n\"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ign'ance\"\nDick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins\nCall me two Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different\nI'm different, you beating\nWhat you doing after this? Bitch, I'm leaving\nAdios, huh, vámonos\nI'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n\nUh, I know you miss this\nIt's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\nStay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\nStay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\nUh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\nNigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nStill Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\nMan, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\nYou ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\nMoney, respect, don't forget the power, dread\nHad this one girl squirting like a showerhead\nNine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\nStamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\nReebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\nLookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\nNo one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\nGet the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\nI'm back to the future, still making history\n\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nIt's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\nStay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\nStay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\nUh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\nNigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nStill Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\nI feel like rapping on this shit\nFirst off, my name is Dame Dash\nAnd I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\nI am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\nAnd you know what that means?\nThat means people eat\n'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\nThat means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n\nYou 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\nSo if you feeling like number one\nGet ready to be number two, 'cause we back\nWhat's that shit y'all be saying?\nFool's Gold, alright?\n'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\nMight have to see Champagne Dame! (Dame!)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Dipshits\n artist: Cam’ron & A‐Trak\n album: U Wasn't There\n duration_ms: 211592\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Never thought they'd see this again, haha\n Here we go!\n Killa Cam in the building (Dipset)\n You know what it is\n My man A-Trak\n I feel something epic, no homo (Just Blaze)\n\n Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying (yeah)\n I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying (no)\n I see these fuckboys hating on me\n Been in the crib three years, they still waiting on me\n But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button\n No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump\n Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions\n With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it (happily lift it)\n\n Popping a cap in the back of your cap\n Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious\n Mami backed up and said she see the difference\n \"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ign'ance\"\n Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins\n Call me two Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different\n I'm different, you beating\n What you doing after this? Bitch, I'm leaving\n Adios, huh, vámonos\n I'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n\n Uh, I know you miss this\n It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\n Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\n Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\n You ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\n Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread\n Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead\n Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\n Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\n Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\n Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n 'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\n No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\n Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\n I'm back to the future, still making history\n\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\n Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\n I feel like rapping on this shit\n First off, my name is Dame Dash\n And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\n I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\n And you know what that means?\n That means people eat\n 'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\n That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n\n You 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\n So if you feeling like number one\n Get ready to be number two, 'cause we back\n What's that shit y'all be saying?\n Fool's Gold, alright?\n 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\n Might have to see Champagne Dame! (Dame!)\n"},{"id":15630776,"name":"Dipshits","trackName":"Dipshits","artistName":"Cam’ron & A‐Trak feat. Juelz Santana & Damon Dash","albumName":"U Wasn't There","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Never thought they'd see this again, haha\nHere we go!\nKilla Cam in the building (Dipset)\nYou know what it is\nMy man A-Trak\nI feel something epic, no homo (Just Blaze)\n\nMan, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying (yeah)\nI'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying (no)\nI see these fuckboys hating on me\nBeen in the crib three years, they still waiting on me\nBut I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button\nNo stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump\nSomethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions\nWith a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it (happily lift it)\n\nPopping a cap in the back of your cap\nLift up your hat, my astro's malicious\nMami backed up and said she see the difference\n\"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ign'ance\"\nDick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins\nCall me two Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different\nI'm different, you beating\nWhat you doing after this? Bitch, I'm leaving\nAdios, huh, vámonos\nI'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n\nUh, I know you miss this\nIt's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\nStay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\nStay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\nUh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\nNigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nStill Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\nMan, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\nYou ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\nMoney, respect, don't forget the power, dread\nHad this one girl squirting like a showerhead\nNine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\nStamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\nReebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\nLookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\nNo one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\nGet the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\nI'm back to the future, still making history\n\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nIt's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\nStay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\nStay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\nUh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\nNigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\nUh, I know you miss this (miss this)\nStill Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\nI feel like rapping on this shit\nFirst off, my name is Dame Dash\nAnd I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\nI am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\nAnd you know what that means?\nThat means people eat\n'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\nThat means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n\nYou 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\nSo if you feeling like number one\nGet ready to be number two, 'cause we back\nWhat's that shit y'all be saying?\nFool's Gold, alright?\n'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\nMight have to see Champagne Dame! (Dame!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.08] Never thought they'd see this again, haha\n[00:05.28] Here we go!\n[00:08.10] Killa Cam in the building (Dipset)\n[00:10.40] You know what it is\n[00:12.16] My man A-Trak\n[00:14.93] I feel something epic, no homo (Just Blaze)\n[00:18.06] Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying (yeah)\n[00:21.32] I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying (no)\n[00:24.55] I see these fuckboys hating on me\n[00:27.66] Been in the crib three years, they still waiting on me\n[00:30.49] But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button\n[00:33.38] No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump\n[00:34.77] Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions\n[00:36.27] With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it (happily lift it)\n[00:39.96] Popping a cap in the back of your cap\n[00:40.92] Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious\n[00:43.21] Mami backed up and said she see the difference\n[00:45.85] \"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ign'ance\"\n[00:48.94] Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins\n[00:51.58] Call me two Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different\n[00:55.56] I'm different, you beating\n[00:58.30] What you doing after this? Bitch, I'm leaving\n[01:01.53] Adios, huh, vámonos\n[01:04.39] I'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n[01:07.74] Uh, I know you miss this\n[01:10.09] It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[01:13.35] Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n[01:16.73] Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\n[01:19.87] Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n[01:23.18] Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n[01:26.06] Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n[01:29.27] Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[01:36.17] Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\n[01:40.75] You ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\n[01:43.47] Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread\n[01:46.73] Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead\n[01:49.60] Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\n[01:52.03] Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\n[01:55.36] Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\n[01:58.15] Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n[02:01.59] 'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\n[02:04.34] No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\n[02:07.43] Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\n[02:10.65] I'm back to the future, still making history\n[02:13.81] Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n[02:16.98] It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[02:20.28] Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n[02:23.73] Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\n[02:26.03] Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n[02:28.83] Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n[02:32.82] Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n[02:35.90] Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n[02:39.71] I feel like rapping on this shit\n[02:45.04] First off, my name is Dame Dash\n[02:49.78] And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\n[02:53.45] I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\n[02:56.52] And you know what that means?\n[02:59.03] That means people eat\n[03:00.78] 'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\n[03:04.10] That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n[03:06.81] You 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\n[03:09.64] So if you feeling like number one\n[03:12.26] Get ready to be number two, 'cause we back\n[03:15.57] What's that shit y'all be saying?\n[03:17.60] Fool's Gold, alright?\n[03:21.73] 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\n[03:24.19] Might have to see Champagne Dame! 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Bitch, I'm leaving\n Adios, huh, vámonos\n I'll fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close\n\n Uh, I know you miss this\n It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (huh)\n Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\n Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read\n You ain't got to wonder, we like wonder with our bread\n Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread\n Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead\n Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk\n Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk\n Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps\n Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby\n 'Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity\n No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree\n Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me\n I'm back to the future, still making history\n\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n It's still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit (bitch hit)\n Stay gripped, don't get your shit split (shit split)\n Uh, still push it and get it off (get it off)\n Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth (different cloth)\n Uh, I know you miss this (miss this)\n Still Dipset, you dipshits (dipshits)\n\n I feel like rapping on this shit\n First off, my name is Dame Dash\n And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing\n I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside\n And you know what that means?\n That means people eat\n 'Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do\n That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe\n\n You 'bout to feel that, pause, Harlem sticks together\n So if you feeling like number one\n Get ready to be number two, 'cause we back\n What's that shit y'all be saying?\n Fool's Gold, alright?\n 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles\n Might have to see Champagne Dame! 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